I stare at a pretty flower's pretty face                                                                      With love and with admiration                                                                               At the same time ...                                                                                                  That pretty flowers stares at me                                                                              To pick it to those whom                                                                                          I love in truth ...                                                                                                        I hesitate ,but                                                                                                            I come forward to enjoy its pretty smile ...                                                             It urges me again to pick it today                                                                           Simply because if I don't This then ,                                                                                                             It will get withered tomorrow ...                                                                          Nothing appears lovely and interesting                                                             Like that of a flower's smile anytime ...                                                              ___________________­_